It's all y'all hooks For real.. You wanna know what keep pissin' me off, pissin' me off Yeah, my niggaz is too high off the calibur Yeah, it's like this, check it -
(Defari) I got that authentic Magic so you know I gotta rock it Bailin' down the block with a pint in my pocket - of Hennessey Both eyes open for the enemy Take flight, ask questions last is the remedy Listen, my status is a regular nigga Except, I'm smarter than the average nigga Listen, I've never been a following nigga From the top to the bottom y'all some bother me niggaz From - winter to autumn I'm a fatherly nigga Get his bread for my daughter, I'ma fatherly figure Go figure, y'all niggaz don't even drink hard liqour On the real, y'all some Mike's Hard Lemonade niggaz
(Chorus) You wanna know what keep pissin' me off, pissin' me off? It's all y'all hooks.. You wanna know what keep pissin' me off, pissin' me off? It's all y'all hooks..
(Defari) I got that rookie Paul Pierce, so you know I gotta rock it Bailin' down the block with a half in my pocket - of cush Straight from Fre???'s bush Any punk got problems then that punk get mushed It's real, reelin' the feel like truck drivers, what the deal Y'all niggaz ain't real, you duck divers Now you feel - Defari got a smart ass mouth But you ain't Frogger's, you ain't jumpin' You ain't talkin' bout nothin' I'm always rollin' Likwit, it's Tha Liks can you dig it? You hate off top, then at the shows try to kick it Don't mimick this flow around your bird for a gimmick Cause all that'll happen she'll be fiending for my ????
(Chorus)
(Defari) I got that killa Andre Miller, so you know I gotta rock it Bailin' down the block, a few hundred in my sock That's right, John got my line on tight Goatee on tight, stay in spank whites Clowns said they wasn't feelin' me I've been sick of y'all hooks since last century Rounds... of liqour for my niggaz Pounds... of doja I told ya I'm awesome, simply marvelous, spectacular You gotta know how hard it is With every word my fist touch your chin Here, ease your wounds with gin See a cowboy spit hard on top of ???? Make a man understand the way of righteous laws See it used to be 26 lines back in the day Now it's 256 rhymes in my two-way
(Defari) I - fell from the sun with a fire tongue Burned a thousand beats, now I'm wanted for fifty tons - Of RAW, pure, uncut dope My rhymes are Columbian coke, lethal choke I - shake up the streets, the earthquake 3-1-0 King, yeah that nigga ill with wordplay NOW - straight to the top Grind, double flip, stack chip... stay away from the cops WHY? - they hate us, they're the worst of devils The Romans hated Jesus like the police treat us GAME - that's all that I got to give A lot of artists don't deserve a full right scholarship To this GAME, a lot can be figured out I think to myself why you drink whiskey and Guiness stout Who's to BLAME? - it's the cowboy in me mane Joy and pain, make sure you get it right, spell my name
(Chorus) I am the D-E-F-A-R- I am the D-E-F- Come on and rock with the D-E-F-A-R- I am the D-E-F-A-R-
(Defari) I - came in the game, flossed the royal name Dropped +Focused Daily+ now I'm wanted for more of the same PURE, raw, supreme level flows Twenty-four carrot gold, look and behold I - beat the Los Angeles streets for heat Travel fifty states, burn crowds like cooked meat FIRE - explosive material I shot you in the ear, but you don't hear me though Now your MINE - I walk with the best of them Talk with the best of them, fuck all the rest of them Take your TIME - young man with big plans, we advance Put the cash in my hand man, I ain't fuckin' playin' NOW - how you like me chump? Come through your town and I'll fuck shit up Now the cars all POUND - cause my CD bump In the streets like, "Yeah, that nigga Herut rough" Spell my name
(Chorus) I am the D-E-F-A-R- I am the D-E-F- Come on and rock with the D-E-F-A-R- I am the D-E-F-A-R-
(Defari) I - shook up the world, parted the sea Always felt like Muhammed Ali Proud and BLACK Red and green, the flag of a nation of millions They can't hold us back, oh it's like that? Pace the room like a Five-Star General Holdin' on to that weak shit, man let it go NOW - I've been sent to ease all your misery It's official, I'ma lead you through the new century WOW! - Wow is right You're in safe hands with ?Alstate? when I grab the mic Break WIDE - lose all sight The pit's goin' crazy, it's bananas tonight They must want MY - public opinion Attention, attention, all those who's listening The man gets DOWN - Hold your position, dump ammunition Again I must mention, spell my name
(Chorus) I am the D-E-F-A-R- I am the D-E-F- Come on and rock with the D-E-F-A-R- I am the D-E-F-A-R-I
(Defari) So many cold pieces in L.A So many... THERE'S SO MANY So many cold pieces in L.A 1, 2, 3 -
Women with ass, who do I rush? Who do I ask, who can I trust? Who has class, where can I bust? Can it last past 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 Chicks with hips, sexy ass lips Lickin' they lips, lickin' my drick Ass is so thick, wiggle that shit Bounce it real quick, picture that shit Damn there go 7, 8, 9 Women so fine, finer than dimes Finer than the coldest in the golden of olden times Finer than fine in L.A., happens all the time Matter of fact there go 10, 11, 12 Twelve of the most top-shelf bad bitches on earth, who else? You gotta pop a collar, the super scholar All proper holler, know that -
(Chorus) (THERE'S SO MANY) So many bad women in L.A So many cold pieces in L.A So many bad women (THERE'S SO MANY) So many bad women in L.A So many cold pieces in L.A So many bad women (ALL TOP-NOTCH)
(Defari) Come to L.A. and compete The baddest women in the world feel like lunch meat Compared to our everyday girl with pretty feet, soft skin, pretty eyes (THERE'S SO MANY) - tanned with ass and titties Legs so fine, face so pretty Hair like "uh-huh", walk like "what?" She keep passin' me by - never (I STEP UP) and tell her that "I like your jeans" Turn around girl, let me see what's happening You so pretty, smile like a diamond gleam You so pretty, I gotta tell you (WHAT'S UP WITH US) But once again, who can I trust? When can I bust?, there's some things we gotta discuss She brought a friend, damn her friend's finer than her Miraculous, Los Angeles
(Chorus) (THERE'S SO MANY) So many bad women in L.A So many cold pieces in L.A So many bad women (THERE'S SO MANY) So many bad women in L.A So many cold pieces in L.A So many fine women (THERE'S SO MANY) So many bad women in L.A So many cold pieces in L.A So many fine women (THERE'S SO MANY) So many bad women in L.A So many cold pieces in L.A So many fine women (THERE'S SO MANY) So many fine women in L.A So many cold pieces in L.A So many fine women (THERE'S SO MANY)
(Intro: E-Swift) Ladies and gentlemen.. You are about to witness the amazing sounds of.. (E to the motherfuckin' Swift) and Defari Herut, c'mon AH, AH, Likwit motherfucker What, you didn't know? Let it bump, let it bump, let it bump
(Defari) Knowin' what I know and seein' what I've seen You'll get left behind when you daydream See me, I live it out Real talk, bullshit walk Yo Swift, tell 'em what we talkin' 'bout
(E-Swift) Aight We talkin' 'bout... um, determination A hungry pack of wolves is what you're facing Swimming with the sharks, walkin' big dogs that bark Through every ghetto, project, and park
(Defari) If I could take what I take, and show you all I had Half of y'all would still end up mad You haters can't hide from yourself The liqour's top... shelf
(E-Swift) Yo if you wanna play to win you gotta play hard You gotta fight, get bruised, battered, and scarred My niggaz go rhyme for rhyme on anybody you can think of We official Likwit niggaz drinkin' all your drink up.. Faggot
(Defari) Smoke to choke Guess that's how it is, always been dope Tell you 'bout this letter to this bird I wrote Told her ninety-three muscles in your throat
(E-Swift) Bitch, gobble it up You fuckin' with some rollo niggaz, rollo as fuck Mind been corrupt since I was a young buck Gettin' caught with my pants down beatin' it up
(Chorus) - 2X Life in the innercity This for all my rollo niggs - That's livin' that life in the innercity Life in the innercity This for all my ghetto chicks - That's livin' that life in the innercity
(E-Swift) Keep your head high.. I know you strugglin' tryin' to make ends tie So I understand why... we love what we struggle for Dedicate the rest of our lives to be.. HUH!, FRESH, pure unsaturated West Coast best, veterans at this shit Never forget, we legendary Likwit
(Defari) Innercity blues - That's when you got a girl with itty-bitty two's Really, did he do? Mad work from T dot to Vancouv (oh, fo sho) Los Scandalous - out of towner's, they can't handle the truth
(Defari) Figure it out The streets make niggaz drink the crown S.D. to the town, skatin' on rims straight burnin' it down
(E-Swift) Wash the truck, keep the twenty-two's wet, sticky as fuck Bump the beats, my amp rack ???? when I stomp the streets Pull up to the club, valet park my shit up front for a dub It ain't nuttin' but love Jealous niggaz lookin' at me and my hoes like "what?!"
(Defari) Angry for days Hooks act in the strangest of ways Likwit stay paid A to the L to the K to the A to the -
(Chorus) - 4X
(Outro: Defari) Yeah, South Central, the Eastside Inglewood, Carson, Hawthorne, Lynwood Venice, Culver City, Santa Monica Palms, Paqoima, Van Nuys Panarama City, Verseeta?.. Pico low!!! Yeah... from the valley... to the alleys, yeah
Don't front So many claim the fame, but never see the day When lyrically they could even run, in the Triple-A's This here's the major leagues, where big hits are guaranteed The Ken Griffey turbo 850 professional MC One more time that cat Defari With a sting operation so blatant we call it franchise Man sign, independent on some enterprise It's time to shoot straight, innovate, and make the world realize That mics get ripped, and spots get blown I strive to be a Golden State all-time great, like J-Ro I gets burned when the Technics turn on mix shows and mix tapes That you hear when a car turns left on the street You know that shit that make you bounce 'Nuf respect to Rasco and Evidence Yo hold it down on the mound I'm not like Hideo, don't got it Nomo I'm more like Randy Johnson, guaranteed heat for sure
Yo this that where the big hits are guaranteed This ain't no minor league affair this here the major leagues You in the batter's box ready for combat (what?) But when you step up to the plate better bring it fat
I throw spitballs and sliders, and hit batters with attitude The signal's in, and my catcher's 'Fari Herut I got to risin on the mound, talkin at pen-point Retire the side, put on a jacket, ice my joints And body parts, world-wide, Evidence is known Have you fallin out the batter's box when curves are thrown Precise angles, I disect the strategy, no cost And just 'cause I choose to wander don't mean I'm lost I got the button-up jersrey, Dilated written in cursive I spill my heart to wax and put the in the open Three men against nine players, yo, that shit's unheard of Plus my eyes are open in takin' folks One cat got on base but he didn't learn his lesson I faked to first and picked him off at second Patience is a virtue, yo he couldn't understand That cat's out, time waits for no man Bust it
Don't front This where the big hits are guaranteed This ain't no minor league affair this here the major leagues You in the batter's box ready for combat (what?) But when you step up to the plate
It be the large caliber rhyme Ask yourself why try Microphone slash Rasco Defari Evidence, rhymes that set the precedence Straight out the box, MCs to bobby sox Major league, set to intrigue you small fee Nothin' to the game, we doused them small flames Take names Head for the fence, we track prints Track down the scent, then fold your whole tent Stay bent The illest on rhymes at all times Call your bullpen, Rasco just pulled into the lot Be strikin em out with one shot While your pitch be hittin the plate at one spot Down the pipe The major lieutenant that earn stripes Bet strap in, cadet to captain Stand up, better yet, put them hands up And watch the triple threat come fuck them plans up Smack niggas, with lyrical gems that sayin hymns Niggas still rappin 'bout clothes and car rims Man debted But dishin that corn, you get spreaded We runnin on supreme, you runnin on unleaded Couldn't match, you out the line-up, you been scratched Sittin on the bench, not feelin you one pinch, in the trench We loadin the guns to stack funds Went from stackin ones to stackin them one-huns Scored runs The hotter the bat, the more fat It's Dilated, Ras, 'Fari, we bust back Like that, like that, like that, like that Like that y'all, like that, check it
Yo this that where the big hits are guaranteed This ain't no minor league affair this here the major leagues You in the batter's box ready for combat (what?) But when you step up to the plate better bring it fat Don't front
Some L.A. Niggaz featuring Alvin Joiner,Defari,King T,Knoc-Turn'Al,Kokane,Mc Ren,Time Bomb,Xzibit작곡:Alvin Joyner,Andre R. Young,Brian Bailey,D. Johnson,Dr. Dre,Duane Johnson,Marquese D. Holder,Marquis Holder,R. Harbor,R. Mcbride,Roger Mcbride,Royal Rosheam Harbor
Yeah nigga MC Ren up in this mother fucker West West y'all Yeah L A niggaz L A niggaz rule the world nigga Y'all niggaz gotta recognize yaknahmsayin Niggaz don't wanna peep game yaknahmsayin But this shit come all the way back around here My nigga Dre droppin heat box on y'all bitchass Yaknahmsayin You gotta recognize L A niggaz connected all over he motherfuckin world nigga Recognize this Now in my younger days I used to sport a rag Backpack full of cans plus a four four mag G'd from the feet up Blued up from the sewer's how I grew up Loc'n smokin and drinkin til we threw up threw up At Leimert Park taggin hittin fools up Ditchin my class just to fuck yo' school up You don't wanna blast nigga tuck yo' tool up But don't sleep y'all niggaz quick to shoot you Now there's another motherfucker with no future But Time Bomb much smoother when I manuever dope like Cuba Got em jumpin King T starts speakin indecipherable I'm comin Straight Outta Compton with a loose cannon Smoke big green call it Bruce Banner Watch your manners at last another blast from the top notch From way back with the pop rocks I pop lock witcha Picture this Dr Dre twistin wit Tha Liks and Hittman bought a fix Don't trip it's a Time Bomb in this bitch Here it tick tick tick tick BOOM Wait a minute it's on I tell it like a true mackadelic Weed and cocaine sold seperate check it From sundown to sunup clown done run up The Aftermath'll be two in your gut nigga what We roll deep smoke on weed drink and pack heat Requirements for survival each day in L A It don't stop we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops Analyze why we act this way in L A Gimme that mic fool it's a West coast jack move They call me Hitt cause I spit like gats do cock me back Bust caps for my max crew at Fairfax who used to wear Air Max shoes that's true But I grew up where niggaz jack you harass you Blast you for that set you claim where you from Mash on you for your turkish chain CK B K Blued up or flame I ran wit a gang I helped niggaz get jacked for they Dana Dane's My pants hang below my waistline I look humble wanna rumble yeah yeah I bang though like Vince Carter from the baseline don't waste my time Fuck a scrap in killa Cali AK's and 9's One time's sunshines and fine ass bitches Hawaiian thai drive by six fo's on switches I was raised in the hood called WHAT THE DIF' Where the brothers in the hood refused to go Hollywood Slugs for the fuck of it Anybody hatin on us can suck a dick If I catch you touchin mine you catch a flatline dead on the floor Better than yours drivin away gettin head from a whore It's AvireX to the Z Fuckin with me might get you banned from TV cassette and CD it's all mine the whole nine the right time Multiply we don't die the streets don't lie What so neither do I I'm bad for your health like puttin a pistol up to your face and blastin yourself Five in the mornin burglars at my do Glock forty five in my dresser drawer Let em come in BLAOW he see the thunder roll Roll with niggaz who by fifths by the fo and bruise by the case SLAP YOU in the face with the bass Dr Dre laced Likwit Kings wit Sedans and gold rings Haters fold the style but can't find no openings We roll deep smoke on weed drink and pack heat Requirements for survival each day in L A It don't stop we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops Analyze why we act this way in L A
That's how we ride That's how we ride That's how we ride That's how we ride
